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| After the famous "Bowl" show where I tried to bless a crowd of more than 10,000 people, I could feel the end was near. There was just too much going on. | |
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| In a bread-induced craze, I tried to kill Mary Mags and told my apostles that clowns were like portable confessionals. I knew the answer to my troubles had to be extreme. | |
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| That's when Judas came along and suggest I go to the ultimate rehab clinic in the sky....Heaven. But before that, I'd have to make a few more public gigs. | |
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